^^^ The third jerky American we met was at breakfast the other morning. He was loud, condescending, insulting, and boorish.
He was the type of guy who conveniently dropped things like how much his vacation cost, what kind of car he drove, and generally how much better he was at everything than everyone else.
"So, what do you do?," he asked (and he wouldn't ever talk directly to my wife, only to me).
"I'm a software developer, I work for a ba..."
"Software, huh? I know all about that, I'm in the security business. I fix your bad code. Of course, I don't 'work' for anybody, *I* own my own business."
My wife added, "I know what that's like, I own my own business also."
Then he looked at her for a long second, then backed to me and said, "Well, *my* business has quadrupled in the past six years, can she say that?"
That's just one example. He said the Irish should thank the English for their centuries of rule, because they built Ireland then handed it over "to a bunch of bumpkins" - while the B&B owner was serving us breakfast.
He also managed to say the Irish roadway system was somehow too dangerous and not dangerous enough. That was a weird one.
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